Friends Imagines

Chandler Bing {Drunken Confessions}

-Chandler Bing & Y/N-
Synopsis: When celebrating your job promotion, the whole group gets a little drunk leading to Chandler confessing to things that sober him was desperate for him to keep to himself.

"Guys, guys, guys, guys,guys," you repeatedly yelled as you ran into Monica and Rachel's apartment.
"Geez Y/N, stop with the yelling," Rachel winced, covering her ears.
"Guess what happened today," you grinned, your smile making your face ache.
"Did you find a dollar on the subway as well?" Phoebe asked excitedly," I found one under my seat, what luck."
"No, but good for you Phoebe," you answered," I got promoted at work today."
The three girls squealed and pulled you into a group hug. "You are now looking at the new head of marketing for Marc Jacobs," you said.
"I'm so proud of you," Monica replied," this calls for a celebration."
"I agree, I say we all go out for some drinks," Rachel grinned.
"Sounds good," you responded.
Moments later the door opened and the three guys wandered into the apartment, Ross complaining about a failed date with someone at work. "Hey, what's with all the happy faces?" Chandler asked.
"I got promoted at work today, I'm the new head of marketing," you grinned.
"No way! That's amazing Y/N," Chandler grinned, pulling you into a hug.
You noticed how he held onto you a little longer than necessary and he noticed how you slightly nuzzled your head into his neck. You and Chandler had always been close. He was the one you always confided in and you were always the one he turned to when he needed advice. All in all, he was your best friend, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. You couldn't deny that you maybe had some feelings for Chandler but your friendship with him was far too important to ever even risk telling him about some silly little crush.
"I'm proud of you Y/N, if anyone deserves this it's you," Chandler said, pulling away from the hug.
"We've decided we're going to go out for drinks, so everyone go and get ready and meet back here in an hour," Monica instructed.
"Yes ma'am," Joey said, in a posh accent, making you all chuckle.
Ross walked you back to your apartment building since it was the one next to his. The whole way there he complained about how poorly the date he was on went and you had never been more glad to get into your apartment building. You had a quick shower and styled your hair in a high ponytail. You ran your fingers over your dresses and chose a black cocktail dress with some black stilettos.

You applied some light makeup before heading back over to Monica's apartment, not waiting for Ross since you couldn't take anymore of his whining about his date. You endured the pain of climbing the stairs in the building in the stilettos, cursing at yourself for wearing such thin heels. You pushed open the door and everyone was ready except Ross and Phoebe. "Wow, don't you look classy," Monica complimented.
"Why thank you, I mean I do have to start dressing like a manager," you grinned, twirling around.
"You look beautiful Y/N," Chandler said as he walked past you to get a bottle of water.
You blushed immensely at his comment, the heat burning your cheeks. You brushed off the comment, not wanting him to see the effect he had on you. A little while later Ross and Phoebe turned up and the seven of you headed to a classy bar in the centre of the bustling city. Once you got out of the taxi, you linked arms with Chandler so that you didn't fall in any of the cracks in the pavement. Chandler loved having you on his arm, not that he'd ever admit it. To those who didn't know you, it looked like the two of you were dating and just the thought of the two of you dating made him smile. You all sat down in a booth, and Chandler made sure he was sat down next you. "I'll get the first round in," Ross announced before himself and Joey wandered off to the bar.
"So how many numbers do you reckon Joey is going to get tonight?" You asked Chandler.
"I'm going with eight," Chandler replied.
"Nah, I reckon eleven," you responded," looser has to buy the others coffee for a week."
"Your on," Chandler smirked.
You both chuckled when you saw Joey nudge Ross out of the way so he could flirt with a girl stood at the bar. "We so need to get Ross a girlfriend," you said.
"I bet there's someone here we can set him up with," Chandler answered.
"Let's get a few drinks into him first and then we'll find someone for him to go home with you," you giggled.
After five rounds of drinks and many shots, you were all very drunk. Joey was dancing with a random girl he met when he went to get his round of his drinks, Rachel and Monica were laughing at absolutely nothing and Phoebe was dragging Ross around the club trying to set him up with one of the girls. You and Chandler were sat at the back of the booth, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, the two of you having alcohol fuelled conversations. "I seriously appreciate you Chandler, you are like the greatest person I have ever met in my entire existence, and that's a long time so you must be extra special," you slurred.
"I think you...are...awesome, like you are the awesomest person I know," Chandler responded," but shhh, don't tell Joey."
You let out a giggle and leant into Chandlers side. "Will you come dance with me?" You asked, batting your eyelids.
"Fine, yeah, okay," Chandler said as he shuffled out of the booth.
As you stood up, you nearly fell over but Chandler caught you. You both burst out laughing and then headed over to the dance area where Joey was now making out with the girl he was with. You wrapped you arms around Chandler's neck and swayed your hips to the music. Chandler placed his hands on your hips and then began his utterly embarrassing dancing which normally would make you cringe but your drink state made you just find it hilarious. "Y/N can I... can I tell you something?" Chandler asked, stumbling over his words.
"Of course you can silly," you responded as you continued dancing.
"I think I'm in love with you," Chandler blurted.
You stopped dancing and tried to process what he'd just said. Your mind was completely clouded and you didn't know if you had misheard or imagined what he'd just said. "I love you, like love love you," Chandler repeated.
"Oh my god," you mumbled.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have told you," Chandler said before stumbling off the dance floor.
Before you could even process that he'd gone, he was already out of the door. You took off your heels and hurried out of the bar. You looked up the street both ways and couldn't see him. You sighed realising he'd probably got into a taxi but just as you were about to go back inside you noticed him sat on the curb on the other side of the road. You crossed over and sat down next to him. "You didn't need to leave," you said.
"I'm sorry," he replied.
"Why are you sorry?" You asked.
"Because I just ruined our entire friendship because I was stupid enough to tell you how I feel," Chandler huffed.
"Who said it was stupid?" You responded.
Before Chandler could respond you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Wow," Chandler smirked.
"Maybe we should go back to my place," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.
Chandler rushed to his feet and rapidly hailed a cab. You giggled at his actions and stood to your feet, following him into the taxi. The rest of the night was a blur. Clothes were left scattered on the floor. Kisses were left on every inch on you. Your hands had roamed his body, getting to know every feature. When you woke up the next morning, your head was pounding excessively and the sun was blinding you through the crack in the curtain. You groaned and rolled over only to hit something hard. Your eyes widened when you realised there was someone else in the bed with you. You sat up slightly and peered at the sleeping figure and gasped when you saw who it was. You couldn't believe that you were in bed with Chandler. You peered under the covers and mumbled "crap" when you realised you were in fact naked and so was he. That's when certain parts of last night came flooding back. You remembered going to the bar, you remember getting in the third round of drinks but most of all you remembered Chandler confessing he loved you. You couldn't believe it- the man that you had been in love with for so long finally admitted that he felt the exact same way. "Chandler wake up," you said softly.
He didn't stir so you shook his shoulder but still nothing. After a few minutes of trying to wake him up, you decided to try a different method to calling his name. You pulled him on to his back harshly, quickly waking him up and then pressed your lips against his.

When you pulled away, he looked at you with wide eyes, shocked at what just happened. "I love you too Chandler," you grinned.
"You what?" He asked, shock written all over his face.
"Last night, you told me you were in love me, and I love you too," you said.
Chandler lent up and captured your lips with his. He lay back down gently, your body resting on top of his, your lips still attached. He rested his hand on the small of your back, your fingers threaded in his hair. "I never knew drunken confessions could have a happy ending."